There was not the least suspicion as to his real identity.

People thought he must be rich; but that he was noble also no one ever imagined.
Mary Galbraith, the doctor's housekeeper, thought a golden shower had fallen over the house.

Where there had been absolute poverty there was now abundance.

There were no more shabby curtains and threadbare carpets--everything was new and comfortable.

The doctor seemed to have grown younger--relieved as he was from a killing weight of anxiety and care.
The day came when Lord Charlewood was to say good-by to his little daughter, and the friends who had been friends indeed.